Song Description
A guitar driven three cord grind, 2 parts grit and 1 part glitter, lusts and laments the self indulgence of a Neitzschten Uber Girl alla the Killers on Bowie, Bolan and Kravitz.
| Song Length |
3:31 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Frenzied |
Subject |
Naughty Sex, Addiction |
| Similar Artists |
David Bowie, Iggy Pop |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Pleasure Pile
To climb beneath your pleasure pile
of bodies, books and vials
containing little lies,
the seeds of compromise.
The promise that you break,
the bitter pill you take.
Chorus
Like cyanide and candy,
you're dangerous and dandy.
You're so vile, I like your style.
Drag me through your pleasure pile.
Like lipstick and strychnine,
a black widow chat-line.
Kama Sutra crocodile,
now let's crawl through your pleasure pile.
The look of promise in your eyes
is just a clever guise
to hide the human void,
the life you have destroyed.
The will to power kills
like all those little piles
that numb your dying soul,
the object of your goal.
Chorus
Bridge
Set the dial.
Check the file.
I'm downloading your pleasure pile.
Chorus X2